Page 62 of Lorcan's Obsession
“Morgana…” He dragged my last name, both a plea and a threat.
But I pretended I didn’t hear him, crawling sensually into the center of the bed. I rested my back on the plush bedding and threw him a wicked glance. Effortlessly, I pushed my thighs to a near-perfect one-eighty.
"Bet you didn't know I could open up like this."
"Fuuuck!" He reached for my ankles, his possessive fingers wrapping firmly around them and yanking me to the edge of the bed. His hips weren’t moving, but his cock stubbornly prodded at my sex.
“You made your point,” he gruffed. “I promise never to make you wait again."
He stepped back and rested his massive girth on his palm, showcasing it to me like a precious gift on a golden platter.
"This cock belongs to you, Tristen. Anytime you want it, day or night, it's yours. Only. Yours."
This was the second time he was offering and assuring me that his cock would belong to me. Only me.
"Then make a mess of me, Lorcan Greene."
"I want to take you raw. No wrappers. I'm clean."
"I'm clean t—ahh!" Lorcan pushed his crown past my tightness, and I whimpered at the full feel.
“Baby, that little show you put on sucked all my self-restraint. So I’ll need you to do something for me, love.”
“Anything,” I moaned, my body trembling with wild anticipation.
“Tap my thigh if you need me to pause. Will you do that for me?”
I purred in affirmation.
“That’s my good girl,” Lorcan praised, trailing kisses from my toes up to my knees.
Then he pulled me against him and rocked his hips forward. A sweet burn erupted in my core as the barbells grazed my wall.
“Oh, god. Oh my god. Lorcan, the-the…”
Starbursts erupted behind my eyelids as a violent orgasm barreled through me like a freight train. My lips trembled, and my mind wobbled like Jell-O. I couldn't form a single coherent word.
“That’s it, baby. You feel what that piercing does for you?”
My thick lashes fluttered in response; the aftershocks of the orgasm were mind-fucking-numbing. That piercing was far more effective than any vibrator I'd ever owned. I’d never come this hard before. Not ever.
He canted his hips upward, giving me more inches of his thick cock and the sensation from his piercing making an utter mess of me. I screamed like I’d been transported to a different universe of pleasure. Gushes of arousal spurted from my pussy onto his chest, creating a large puddle around us.
“Oh...fuuuck. All this cum for me?” He smirked.
“Yes!”
Lorcan smiled like the cat that got the cream. His thumb tweaked my clit as his cock stretched me to the utmost I'd ever taken, filling me inch by fucking glorious inch until I tapped his thigh. It was too much. The sensations were overwhelming. It felt like a never-ending orgasm that heightened anytime he moved his hips around.
"Fuuuck. You are perfect, baby. So fucking perfect," Lorcan grunted.
His eyes closed in bliss as he reveled in the exquisite tightness of my pussy. Moaning, I raised my head to see where our bodies joined. Despite how much I was dripping, his hardness was only halfway through my channel. I was no match for his size.
I squealed, "It won't fit!"
"It will fit, baby." He gently rocked into me again, punctuating each word with his thrusts. "It will fit. Because. You. Were made. For me.”
With a final push, he was sheathed deep inside me. I stopped breathing, and the world went white. A quietness that was tantamount to finding the missing piece whispered to my soul until his voice brought me back to the present.